Rights are the Woman

Through her conscious desire
or by the nature of circumstance:
foetus, became child, became sire
after nine months of worry and ascendance.

Through thick and thin or teething pains
over the first stumbles and mumbles
ever watchful she guided his first gains:
now pampered and fed he belches then grumbles.

Eons and amazons have come and gone
opinions, alas, remain much unchanged
via choice, creed or culture her lot is forlorn:
mother, sister, wife, lover or daughter she is unchanged.

Aproned for culinary, domestic or carnal servitude
or ornamented with the civilities of the “advanced” man
a woman she remains in search of global beatitude:
whereas it is ignored that rights are the woman.

Alex Dove Bangura

- Copyright © 28th June 04